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They fight, and all enter the city.

Scene V IT

Enter certain Romans, with spoils.

FIRST ROMAN
This will I carry to Rome.

SECOND ROMAN

And I this.

THIRD ROMAN

A murrain on’t! I took this for silver.

Alarum continues still afar off.
Enter Martius and Titus Lartius, with a Trumpeter.

MARTIUS
See here these movers that do prize their hours
At a cracked drachma. Cushions, leaden spoons, [5]

Irons of a doit, doublets that hangmen would
Bury with those that wore them, these base slaves,
Ere yet the fight be done, pack up. Down with them!
Exeunt spoilers.

And hark, what noise the general makes! To him!
There is the man of my soul’s hate, Aufidius, [10]
Piercing our Romans. Then, valiant Titus, take
Convenient numbers to make good the city,

Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste
To help Cominius.

LARTIUS
Worthy sir, thou bleed’st.
Thy exercise hath been too violent [15]
For a second course of fight.